What's locked inside is sheltered, is contained, is abstained from fresh air and sunlight, folded and pressed through the mail slot, towering on the floor like stacks of unopened advertisements, corporate/company mail. I Forget to inhale. I regret what has failed. Like trudging through wet cement, like the air has turned to gelatin.
The slate remains blank. it feels like there's no place to begin and repetitive days can bake out the will to create, can make hours feel like extended stays. I waste time spent face-to-face. Connections crumble. Pipes break.
The grind/the routine ruins sleep. I shut my eyes, but I'm just counting sheep. My mind refuses to let me dream.
"I spent the night wide awake,
And then I looked outside and saw a beautiful day,
I'm rolling with the punches while I pick up the pace,
'cause nothing's gonna fuck with me today."
With the sun at my back I ice my bruises, shred what's useless. Hey! Let's do this!
been a long time (seven months) since a band made me feel like: repeat, vino, repeat, more vino, repeat, cigarette, Vino, repeat, reapeat, shit it's four am, gotta get up in 2 hours, vino, repeat. (sorry for english, i'm kraut). fotkerlemm
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